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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Heero leaned his head back against the wall, keeping his teeth clenched tightly. Sweat slicked down his face. He reached for his bottle, fumbling with the cap for several minutes before finally getting it off only to find it was empty.
He cursed under his breath and crawled to the end of his bed to pull another bottle of water from the small fridge on the floor. He guzzled half and pressed his teeth firmly together again, laying on his side to gaze up at the movie playing on his TV. Tingles of pleasure ran through his drug infused body and he trailed one hand through his hair as the other drifted down to his crotch.
Someone knocked on the door. “What?” he yelled in frustration.
“It's me!” Duo called through the door.
“Then come in, you've got a damn key,” he said through his teeth.
The door opened and shut quickly when Duo noted Heero's state. He shook his head. “What are you on?”
“Ex.”
Violet eyes widened. “Ecstasy? When did you start doin' that shit?”
“A year back, I guess. Ever tried it?”
“Hell no. The threat of instant death pretty much keeps it off my list of things to try before I die, 'cause I'd kinda like that closer to old age than infancy. What the hell are you thinking?”
He moaned softly and rolled to his back. “Feels good. Makes you aware of every part of your body. I've heard that sex on ex is the best you'll ever have.”
Duo ground his teeth. “Damn it, Heero, are you trying to kill yourself. People die using ecstasy.”
“Stupid people.”
He shook his head and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Heero, you've gotta stop. What all are you taking?”
“Right now or in general?”
“In general.”
He mused for a moment. “In pills... uh... Vicodin when I need to stay mellow. Acid, meth, and heroin.”
Violet eyes widened. “Shit, Heero. What all are you on right now?”
He shook his head. “Only ex. I try not to mix.”
“You're killing yourself. You're fucking killing yourself!”
Blue eyes rolled. “Does it look like I care. At least I'll have enjoyed some of life before I go.”
Duo gripped his shoulders and squeezed hard. “You bastard, why are you doing this?”
He struggled to meet the steady gaze above him. “What do you care?”
“You weren't always like this. Where's the fun guy who used to smile and laugh without the sarcasm? What happened to all your dreams?”
“Dreams are for kids.” He rolled to prop himself up on his elbows and drank some more water. “Stop being so serious, you're ruining my buzz.”
Duo's lips pressed to a thin line. “Your buzz... that's all you care about anymore, isn't it? I don't see how you're not failing.”
He closed his eyes, teeth clenching harder and his brows drew together. He pressed his face to the mattress and Duo rubbed his back.
“What's wrong?”
He sucked a breath through his teeth. “Hard roll.” (1)
“How hard?”
He swallowed as the pill seemed to pop for the second time and shivered at the contact of Duo's hand running over his shoulder. “Gonna puke.” He leaned over the side of the bed and snatched the trashcan just in time to empty his stomach.
He curled into a ball, rocking slightly and sucking in heavy breaths through his teeth. A soft moan left him and his shivers turned more violent.
“Bloody hell! Look at me.”
Sapphire eyes slit open but couldn't focus on violet. “What?”
“Are you okay?”
His lips curved up in the corners. “Yeah.”
Duo's breath hitched with panic. How could he say he was okay when he was sweating like that? He stretched out beside Heero, running his fingers through his unruly hair. “You're gonna be the death of me,” he whispered.
Heero snuggled closer to the hand in his hair and pressed his forehead to Duo's chest. “Wanna test the theory.”
“What?”
“See if sex is better on ex.”
Duo snorted. “Hell no. I'm in a committed relationship, remember?”
“It's just sex.”
Duo sighed and tightened his hold on Heero. “Not for me. Not anymore.”
“Got any smokes on you?”
“Can't smoke in the dorms, Heero. And the only way you're leaving this room is to go to the hospital.”
Heero sat up and pushed from the bed. He opened the windows and raised the curtains, plopping himself on his desk and looking to Duo with narrowed eyes. “Now.”
He huffed and lit a cigarette, not trusting Heero to do it himself. He handed it over before lighting one for himself and leaning on the windowsill. Heero stared down at his swinging legs, a small childish smile on his lips and Duo shook his head. He was in for a long night.
******
“No, he's asleep now,” Duo said tiredly.
“You want me to come up?”
He looked down at Heero's sleeping form. “No, that's all right. I'm gonna stay until he wakes up. I want to make sure he's okay.”
Quatre sighed into the phone. “Do you believe he was only on the ex?”
“I don't know. Heero doesn't normally lie. He gets too big a kick out of the truth shocking people.” He stepped outside of the room and leaned against the door. “He's gonna kill himself, Quatre. I'm terrified that one day I'm gonna come up here and find he's overdosed. He seemed damn close to it last night.”
“I know it scares you, but the truth is, unless an addict wants to change, they won't. Forcing people into rehab doesn't work.”
“I know.” He stared at the ceiling. “I wish you could've known him in high school. He was a completely different person. He was confident, but not arrogant like he is now. I swear, if we hadn't been friends for so long, I don't think I could handle his attitude sometimes. I just wish I knew what changed him.”
“Drugs change people, Duo. I'm just glad you didn't get mixed up in more than you did.”
He chewed his lip. “Me too. I think watching Heero change like he did was a big part in me not touching anything else.”
“You sure you don't want me to come keep you company while he's sleeping?”
“Yeah. We don't all need to miss classes.”
“All right. I gotta get going then. Give me a call when you're free.”
“'Kay.” He hung up and went back into Heero's room. He watched the rise and fall of Heero's shoulders as he slept and sighed for what felt like the millionth time before turning to pick up the clothes and mess over the room.
“You'd think someone as anal as you would clean sometime.”
******
Wufei leaned his back to the wall and pulled his knee to his chest, other leg dangling off the edge of the shorter wall he sat on. “That must have been difficult.”
Trowa nodded. “It was, but I had my grandmother to take care of me and music to fall back on.” He shrugged. “I'm lucky to be alive, so I don't really have any right to complain.”
He marveled at the quiet strength of the slightly older man. “Can you do any of the tumbling anymore?”
“Not like I used to. I can't do any big jumps or, as my surgeon put it, no death-defying leaps ten feet above the ground.” He put his hands to the wall and jumped up on it, smiling down at Wufei before he tilted back into a back bend and threw his legs up. He walked down the wall on his hands a few feet before dropping his feet back to it and flipping off the wall. He landed neatly and bowed with a smirk.
Wufei smiled and tipped his head. “Very impressive.”
“Not compared to what I was able to do, but we take what we can get.” He leaned his hip to the wall. “What about you? Any sports under your belt?”
“Just karate.”
“Really? What belt are you?”
“Black,” he said with a shrug.
“Have you won a lot of competitions?”
He shook his head. “I've never competed. My father wanted me to learn for the mental benefits and to keep fit.”
The more Trowa heard of Wufei's father, the less he liked the man. “Did you want to compete?”
“Not really. I prefer books to fighting.” He rested his cheek on his knee, loose hair tickling at his nose before he tucked it behind his ear.
Trowa wondered if the Chinese man knew how cute that action had been. He hadn't realized he'd leaned forward until Wufei leaned back and put a hand out. “We're not going there again. Remember? Friends only.”
Trowa forced a small smile. “Sorry. You just looked so damn cute.”
Pink twinged his cheeks and he looked away. “And keep comments like that to yourself, too.” He chewed his lip a moment. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
He took a breath and looked back to Trowa. “How did you know that you were... you know.”
He smiled softly. “Gay?” Wufei nodded. He raised a shoulder and looked over the green as students milled about, heading to classes or just hanging out. “It was just before the accident. One of the other tumblers at the gym always looked at me with a weird expression I didn't get. He was a couple of years older than me.”
His emerald eyes narrowed as he thought. “Most of my friends were already dating, but I never could find a girl that interested me. I took one to the fair and that ended horribly.”
“What happened?”
He chuckled softly and looked back to Wufei. “When she tried to kiss me, Mike's face flashed through my mind and I couldn't do it. After that, I got to examining how I really felt about him. I didn't love him or anything, but I was definitely attracted to him. Once I translated the looks he gave me,” he shrugged, “I let him know I wouldn't be opposed to any advances.”
He set his chin on his knee. “How'd you do that?”
He smirked. “Stripped for him in the showers.”
Wufei gaped. “Did you have sex with him then?”
He shook his head. “No, we never went passed oral and hand jobs. Two weeks later I had the accident and didn't see much of him after that.”
Wufei chewed his lip. “But, if it was just... if you didn't have actually have sex with him, how did you know?”
Soft emerald eyes gazed at him with an understanding he didn't want to accept. “Women don't do anything for me,” Trowa said softly. “I'm attracted to men. I don't know how else to explain it without completely freaking you out.”
Wufei frowned, dropping his eyes to the ground. Something in his chest tightened as Trowa talked about the other guy. He didn't want to hear about the people he'd been with, and it took him several minutes to realize it was jealousy. He squashed it down, thankful for the distraction of the cafeteria doors opening. He slid from the wall and followed Trowa inside, mind running in areas it had no business being.
He grabbed a tray and got in line. “Hey, Wufei!” He turned as Quatre came up behind him.
“Hey. Where's Duo?”
The blond pursed his lips. “With Heero. He overdid it last night.”
“Is he all right?” Trowa asked.
“I guess. He was still asleep when I talked to Duo this morning.”
“What was he on?”
“Ex,” he whispered.
Wufei frowned, not sure what the two were talking about. “What's ex?”
Quatre looked to him. “Ecstasy, it's a pretty bad drug. It makes the user euphoric and heightens their senses, but it's very dangerous. Some die their first time. It's easy to overdose or get dangerously dehydrated, and it makes the jaw clench so tight it's possible to bite your tongue off.”
Wufei looked horrified. “Then why do it?”
He shook his head. “Some think the sensations are worth the risk of death.”
“Does Heero do it often?”
“He's a pill popper, among other things.” The blond stopped talking as more people got in line and nothing more was said until they were seated at their usual table in the back. Quatre leaned over the table. “Duo said he's been using heroin, acid and meth on top of the Vicodin.”
“Shit,” Trowa breathed under his breath. “I knew it was bad, but I didn't know it was that bad.”
Quatre nodded and glanced over. “Looks like Duo managed to talk him into eating.”
Trowa and Wufei followed his gaze to see Duo leading Heero into the cafeteria. Sunglasses covered the Japanese man's eyes, and he didn't bother to remove them as they came into the room. He made for the table, but Duo jerked him to the food line and shoved a tray into his hand, hissing something under his breath.
It was obvious to all at the table that Duo was pissed. They watched as Duo piled Heero's plate high and directed him to the table. He slammed his tray down and ripped his glasses off to glare at the braided man.
“I'm not a fucking kid,” he growled.
Duo sat and folded his arms over his chest. “No? Then act like an adult. I'm tired of this bullshit, Heero.”
He sat down and drank half his bottle of water. “You really expect me to eat all this?”
“At least try to eat something. You threw up a lot last night and you hardly ever eat as it is.”
Heero leaned his elbows on the table and rubbed his face. “You had no right to dump my stuff, Duo.”
“Better me than the RA. Do you have any idea how much trouble you'd get into if you got caught with that shit in the dorms.”
Heated blue eyes turned back to violet. “You haven't been clean long enough to lecture me.”
Duo pursed his lips. “I never brought it on campus, Heero. And I only smoked once or twice a month. You had a gram of fuckin' meth in your room.”
“It would have been gone by this afternoon, anyway.”
He shook his head angrily. “You're throwing away your future, you know.”
Heero's hand shot out and closed on the neck of Duo's shirt. He yanked him close. “Don't judge me,” he hissed through his teeth. “Any future I may have had ended five years ago.”
He shoved him back and stood. Violet eyes gazed up at him, but Duo said nothing. He grabbed a piece of toast and his water and stormed from the room. Duo bit his lip as he watched his best friend leave.
Quatre sighed. “Go after him.”
He looked to his lover. “It wouldn't do any good.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought he was over it.”
“He lost his first love. That's not something a person easily gets over.”
“Solo was an ass.”
“We can't help who we love. And didn't you say he treated Heero good?”
“Doesn't change the fact he was a no account. He started the fight that got him killed.” He sighed and stabbed at his food with his fork. “I told Heero he was looking for trouble dating a gang member.”
Wufei sat back in his chair. Gangs. Drugs. Homosexuals. Alcohol. These people seemed to live on a different planet than he did, and he didn't understand any of it.
******
Zechs pulled up short when Heero almost ran over him as he stepped out of his room. The brunette tripped while trying to keep from hitting the blond and would have fallen if Zechs hadn't hooked an arm around his waist. Heero righted himself and looked to Zechs.
“Sorry.”
“You look like shit.”
He snorted. “Thanks.”
“Are you sick?”
“No.”
“Then what's wrong?”
“I'm just tired.” He turned on his heel and continued for his room.
Zechs raised an eyebrow as he watched Heero retreat. There had been something in his expression that he hadn't seen in the month and a half he'd known the Japanese man, a hint of vulnerability. It intrigued Zechs and part of him wanted to find out what had happened. But he didn't figure it was any of his business and he had his own drama to worry about without adding someone else's.
Heero quickly pulled several large bills out of his safe and jogged down the steps and outside to his motorcycle. By the time he reached Derrick's house, he needed a fix so bad he was shaking. The dealer let him in with a puzzled expression.
“I thought you were stocked for a week.”
He plopped on the couch. “Duo sabotaged me.”
Derrick winced. “Sorry, man. Whacha need?”
“Right now, a line of smack.” (2)
“Can do.” He pulled a box out from under the couch, unlocked it and set a mirror, bag of straws, scissors, and the drugs on the coffee table.
“Pulling from your own stash again?”
“For my best customer? Any time.”
Heero nodded, set up his lines and snorted several before leaning back on the sofa and sighing contentedly. “You are a lifesaver.”
Derrick smirked and twisted on the couch, resting his arm on the back. “I don't know that I'd go that far, but thank you. By the way, did you nail the one you were chasing?”
“Yeah, last weekend.”
He huffed. “Damn it.”
Heero smirked and cut his eyes. “Miss me already?”
He sighed. “I hate bein' the summer fuck.”
“Don't be that way. You've gotten more than any of the others. They only get four months, you've had at least six or seven.”
Derrick put his hand to Heero's thigh. “You should realize what you do to people. You completely ruin us for anyone else.”
“You'll live.”
He sighed and removed his hand. “All right. What do you need?”
Heero listed his requests and left an hour later, drugged enough to keep him happy, and enough drugs in his pocket to ensure he'd stay that way for two weeks. He still felt emotions, but they were muted behind the weight of the drugs; as they had been for years. And if he had his way, they'd stay like that.
TBC....
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